(Choso) Touching My Face With Bare Hands And Holding Me High In His Arms, I Could Touch His Chest And

SHOWING THEM YOUR SMEXY DANCEY DANCE

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Yuki, Choso, Ino, Kento, Shoko, Sukuna, Utahime, Uraume, & Hajime Summary: You've been practicing a lil dance to the song WAP, and you decide to treat your lover with the vid CW: suggestivenesssssss, some sillinessssss A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoyy :3 sukuna's had me giggling

drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

Hello! First and foremost BLESS you for all your SFW JJK content, everybody seems to be on the NSFW train which is fine but some of us just want to read about hand holding or getting together 😭

If you’re up for it may I please request a Choso/reader where the two of them fall in love because of Yuji? Like over protective big brother x over protective older friend. I know it’s kind of a weird request, but I’m really interested in how that dynamic could play out. If this ask doesn’t vibe then don’t worry about it!!! If it does vibe then thank you for so much for considering my request!!!

it's the little things c. kamo

A/N: anon i apologize this took literal months but i am here to feed the sfw jjk fans bc jolly gee it's an nsfw minefield out there! i'm writing this while running a high fever so im sorry if this isn't great. PROMPT: yuji meets a new friend, choso can't help falling in love. WARNINGS: none WORD COUNT: 1.1k

When Choso first met you, it was at the movie theater. What was supposed to have been some quality time spent with his brother, going and watching the new worm movie (or something, Choso couldn’t really follow the plot when Yuji excitedly recanted it to him), got unexpectedly derailed the moment he ran into you.

He supposes he should be happy that his brother can make friends so easily, that a stranger can turn into a new movie buff friend just because they were wearing some exclusive “merch shirt” (Choso still wasn’t sure what it meant for clothes to be exclusive meant). But in this moment, on this weekend that was supposed to be about spending time with his older brother, Choso wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Yuji’s attention get taken so easily by some random movie fan who was closer to his age than to Yuji’s.

His distaste for you only grew when his brother started inviting you to their sacred movie nights. Choso admits, as important as film is to his brother, he has a hard time keeping up with the new movie trends, never have even cared about movies before being reunited with Yuji. Their movie nights were chances to bond, a chance for Yuji to let his older brother into his own little world

But now you were here, the two of you talking for hours about all the fun little facts you both knew about whatever movie you had just watched. Just two peas in a pod you both were, and although Choso tried his hardest to feel bad about his bitter feelings, he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.

At least, not until Choso first interacted with you without Yuji. You had always been kind to him, not that he returned the gesture. Bringing snacks enough for the three of them, finding out what his favorite drink was from Yuji so that you were sure to get something he liked, always making sure you weren’t stealing too much of the blankets and that you could give him one if he was cold. They were little things, inconsequential things, but acts of kindness nonetheless.

It was during this first Yuji-free interaction that he first felt the distaste for you melt away. Honestly, Choso hadn’t realized you were still at their apartment, with Yuji passed out on the couch after the movie he assumed you had gone straight home, much like you usually do. He wasn’t expecting you to be in the kitchen, wearing his apron (not that you knew), cleaning assortment of dishes that had accumulated over the evening.

Choso could tell you didn’t expect to see him, that you had expected him to be asleep as much as he expected you to have gone home. But instead of greeting him, of explaining what you were still doing in their apartment, all he was met with was you, holding a newly washed baking bowl, softly uttering, “Where should this go?”

You had always been kind to him. With those little things, those inconsequential things. His favorite snacks, his favorite drinks, making sure he was comfortable during the movie. But this, this simple question of where they keep their baking bowls, tiptoed over a line of intimacy that he hadn’t expected you to try and cross.

When Choso answered you, gruff voice responding “Here, I’ll take them,” he put the dish away knowing that you were watching him, slowly learning how they organized their kitchen. It was an intimate thing, knowing how to get around someone else’s kitchen.

The next time you ran into Choso without Yuji was at the grocery store. He had admittadly seen, and ignored, you before he heard you calling out his name. When he turned towards the noise, though, your sudden proximity caught him off guard. “Could you please buy these for me?” A pack of eggs was in one of your hands, the other pointing to a one per customer rule sales sign.

You hadn’t even promised to pay him back before Choso was sighing, relenting to your request almost immediately.

It was another oddly intimate thing to do, especially with someone who was just friends with your brother. Choso found himself drawn to the way you chose what fruit to buy, how you picked brands and couldn’t follow a list even though you had it perfectly written down. He found himself chiding you when you’d have to fumble the little slip of paper out of your pocket every couple of minutes, though there was no bite in his actions as he took it from your hand to hold for you instead.

“We’ll be here all day if you keep doing that,” was his excuse for his actions, “I have other things going on today that involve not being at the store with you.” But, he didn’t and he knew that if it took you all day to shop, he would be there with you all day. Maybe it was his way of thanks for you cleaning the kitchen the other night. Yeah, that was it. This was his way of thanking you for all the little acts of kindness you had shown him since they day you met.

It certainly wasn’t because he was enjoying the time spent with you.

As time went on, little things would happen that kept bringing you two closer together. Yuji stopped always sitting in the middle of the couch during movies, accidentally bumping you or Choso into each other as he sat down on an outer cushion instead. You would come over before movies to bake brownies, inevitably needing Choso’s help to make up for Yuji’s complete incompetence with baking.

Choso isn’t sure what specifically started it, but before he realized it he was laughing with you, smiling when he saw you, looking forward to movie nights. It wasn’t until he found himself wishing he could watch a movie just you two that he realized his feelings had developed to something more than he ever thought it would be.

He wouldn’t ever dream of saying anything, not wanting to risk your friendship with Yuji over pursuing something more with him, until his younger brother sat him down one day and pestered him about asking you out. “It’s clear you’re in love with them,” Itadori comments, popping a chip in his mouth as he picks out a movie for tonight, “so why don’t you go ahead and ask them out already?”

Choso made sure to help you clean the dishes that night, asking you out in the quiet dark of night, feeling as though he was on cloud nine when you said yes.

Random thoughts on Nanami Kento :

This perfect husband material is nothing but respectful, careful and soft with you . Waking up you get a kiss “ good morning “ in the morning voice making you wet in an instant.

Going out for the office “ bye love “ again a kiss on the forehead and lips (might be steamy but mostly he has good control )

Little texts whenever he is free “ How are you feeling ?” are you alright, ate lunch ?” 

“Gojo is getting on my nerves i need someone to hold me back from killing him  “ and more. 

If you come home later than him you are always welcomed with the lovely smell of home cooked lavish meal “Welcome love freshen up let's eat “ his face stoic but adored with a little smile which you know is only for you!

If he comes later than you you welcome him with the same, if cooking is not your strong point it ends with both of you cooking dinner together (mostly he does you are an assistant ). 

After dinner, it is always with you both enjoying your alone time with TV or a nice cup of hot milk and conversations about your day. Or there are times he comes homes all pent up and fucks you the moment his eyes see you. 

Loves cafe dates with you day or night not matter if he can have you dress up and come out, loves seeing you getting ready and has amazing taste in clothing. (his tie is just for fun he did not wear it in his office )

The gentleman who is known till 9 pm vanishes and is replaced with a monster who is a pathetic beggar for your pussy “ pleasee let me eat you out pleaseee” his fox eyes pleading with you holding your legs apart. 

His tongue is so skilled he makes sure every night you come at least twice or thrice on it before he fucks you with his cock . 

His strong arms hold you down while he fucks you in missionary slowly but can go fast on your command. His moments are ruled by your words “Tell me princess what should I do “ he asks panting drilling his cock deep into your cunt as your cry out telling him to make a mess out of you. 

Never says no to any kink open to all, being the simple man he is he does not have many kinks ….STOPP. 

This man is a walking sex symbol, soo into BDSM, having you tied, whipping you you name it it's in his kink book he is not a  simple man and open to all, he is just so much more kinker than you, you kinks are little request to him . 

He can fuck you anywhere and everywhere, always takes consent and role plays with him are soo good, teacher-student, master-slave you name it its done princess~

After fucking the life out of you or slow sensational love making the first thing that comes out of his mouth is “ you okay ? “ “ need anything ? “ . Again your words are his command bath, done warm with bath bombs, and water, ready, want to just sleep, no worries he has a cloth next to the nightstand wipes you a little and holds you close in his arms watching your face relax as you fall into a deep slumber “ thank you and love you “ he mumbles kissing your eyes he might fall asleep looking at you or if there is work he has to do its done now . 

His worry that you would worry if he would come home or not every day kills him yet he tries to be on time , messages you if he cannot come always keeps in touch with you and loves you just for the mere fact you love a man like him who might die anytime any day, you are his light source in his dark monotonous life.

Rotten Right to the Core

Caleb x MC

Author's Note: No thoughts, only Caleb's toxic ass behavior. This was shorter than I planned but sometimes the words lead you and not the other way around. Hope y'all still enjoy 😘 Word Count: ~1500 | Read on AO3 Summary: Caleb wants to feel you without any barriers. 🔞Content Warnings: Dead Dove, afab!MC, she/her MC, taboo (pseudo-cest), PIV, rough sex, edging, biting, protected sex until it’s not, dubcon (sexual coercion), possessive Caleb, spanking, Girlboss/Gaslight/Breeding Kink, hair pulling, putting it back in

Incoherent words fall from your mouth, muffled by the scratchy material of your grandmother’s couch while Caleb ruts into you from behind. Ever the one to take advantage of your time home alone together, your brother had you pinned to the cushion the moment you got home from a full day of classes at the Hunter’s Academy. You barely had time to for your bag to drop to the floor before his tongue was down your throat and he had you folded in half over the armrest. He’s been different since leaving for the Skyhaven base to train as a pilot. Caleb has always been the overprotective, obsessive type but now that you were no longer living under the same roof it was like he was trying to tattoo himself inside you whenever he was granted leave to visit home.

“This is just the welcome home I needed,” he groans.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back on his length with obscene wet slaps echoing off of the walls. Your body was already sore from the way he tossed you around like a rag doll, placing you in various positions and seeming unable to get enough. Heavy, firm balls slap against your puffy abused clit, teasing at an orgasm he had denied you over and over again until you felt on the verge of madness.

“Caleb, please!” you whine, voice pitched high and eyes full of tears.

A deep chuckle vibrates against your back as he pins you further with his chest.

It was borderline cruel the way he made you beg for release. You never understood why he insisted on drawing it out and tormenting the both of you, especially considering that more times than not you were on a time crunch to finish before Gran could catch the two of you. It was like he wanted to get caught, always pushing the limit further and further, seeing how close you could get to the sun without incinerating.

“You know just what I like to hear.” His warm breath is like silk against your eardrum. “I want something else from you, though.”

You don’t hesitate to answer, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer.

“Anything.”

Caleb’s hand grips your jaw, pulling your gaze back to meet his until your neck aches from the strain. Danger flashes in his amethyst eyes.

“You have no sense of self-preservation, dear sister. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. But it’s too late to take it back.”

He bites your ear painfully as he continues to pump into you, teeth clamping hard while his tongue flicks at jewelry in your lobe. You cry out in a heady combination of pain and please, tightening around his erection.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moans your name. His heavy cock falls out, leaving you dripping and clenching around nothing as a pitiful plea escapes your lips. “Stop being a whiny brat. You’ll get what you want. Take the condom off.”

That snaps you out of your tormented, blissed out haze, shocking you to your core.

“What do you mean, take it off—”

As you push up on one arm to turn around and face him, you collapse onto your chest once more as Caleb pushes you down and pins your arm behind your back. His hand encircles yours in deceptive softness as he guides your fingers to the tip of his hard cock to pinch the latex.

“What I mean… is take it off, pip,” he repeats.

“B-but we don’t… not without…” you grapple for understanding as responsibility pushes through your lust-filled brain.

“Yeah, well I wanna feel you. All of you. Without anything between us.”

You hesitate, knowing it would be an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. You just got into the academy and were top of your class. Before long you would be assigned to a squad at the Association, something you’ve dreamed of doing since you saw Hunters fighting off Wanderers on the broadcast as a little girl.

Caleb must sense your hesitation. Soft lips press to your cheek, a trail of soothing kisses pecking lovingly against the skin. The hand not currently wrapped around your own dips between your thighs as he starts to swirl your swollen clit. Still sensitive from the constant edging, your mind swims as your forehead falls to the cushion to stop the room from spinning. His touch is light, gentle even as your brother’s calming voice soothes you like a balm.

“I know this is new for us and you’re nervous, but it hurts that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”

“It’s not—”

“You have the implant—”

“How do you know tha—” you ask, but he cuts you off again.

“And I’ll pull out. I promise.” A soft sigh falls from his lips as he starts to pump against your hand that was still gripping him. “Just need to feel you.”

You never knew how to tell him no when he gets like this, all soft and sweet even if it never lasted.

“I-I—you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“…okay,” you give in, body going pliant in his hold.

Pinching the latex, you start to tug. Caleb pulls back to give you space to work the condom down his length with a snap!

“There’s my sweet girl,” he praises.

Releasing your arm, he grabs himself to swipe the sticky bare head through your soaked folds with a hiss. Up and down over and over again as it keeps bumping your clit in a maddening tease. Just when you think he’s never going to put you out of your misery, he slides in with a single deep, hard thrust that takes the air from your lungs.

“Caleb!” you cry out just as he lets out a loud quivering groan.

Hand pressing against his abdomen you attempt to make him ease up. But just like before when you tried to stop him, he traps your arm against your lower back while his long cock bruises your cervix. His hips regain the brutal pace it had before the condom came off, the skin-to-skin contact making his glide through your walls much easier. Despite your pleas for him to slow down, you gush around the intrusion.

“I know you like it soft and sweet, pip-squeak, but you also like when I just take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

His hand cracks across your ass, leaving behind a sting that has you grinding your teeth. Head shaking in denial, Caleb lands another smack across the sensitive flesh followed by another and another.

“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your cunt squeezing the life out of me every time I do.”

“No—”

Crack!

“Want to try that again?”

“Caleb!”

Crack!

“Just tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

Like a carrot dangling in front of a horse, you give, desperate for the release. Your muffled response gets lost in the cushion. Fingers thread through the base of your neck, pulling at your roots until your face is unobstructed.

“Say it again,” he demands, panting harshly into your ear.

He was just about as far gone as you at this point.

“I like it,” you mewl, not having the strength to deny it any longer.

Your body was starting to grow heavy and you didn’t have much left to give.

“Like what? Use your big girl words.”

You loved hated when he did this. He was a total sadist sometimes. Face heating to an unbearable degree, you rush out a response.

“I like it when you take what’s yours.”

“You love it when I take what’s mine,” he corrects.

“I love it when you take what’s yours,” you repeat between high pitched moans.

You would give him anything he wanted right now if he would just give you what you needed. Your dignity was long gone, that ship having sailed years ago when it came to him.

“Now tell me you want my cum.”

“Caleb,” you hyperventilate, on the verge of tears again at his constant teasing.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweet girl. Almost there, I promise. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum.”

“Whose cum?”

“My brother’s…” you murmur, knowing exactly what the pervert wants to hear.

Caleb always did want what he wasn’t supposed to have, you above all.

“Yeah? You want your big brother’s cum? Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl her request.”

Fingers pinch your clit, the mere touch enough at this point to make you go blind with pleasure. Your abdomen tightens and your ears ring almost painfully as you’re overcome with your release. You barely even notice when Caleb pulls out with a growl and wetness coats both holes between your legs. The moment seems to go on forever until he finally releases you, allowing you to collapse face-first into the couch with your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Grabbing his still stiff cock, Caleb swipes it through the mess he made of your ass and pussy, gathering the sticky release together on the tip.

So out of it, you don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.

Caleb slides back into your abused, tender hole with slow intentional deep strokes.

“Caleb!” you scold, so depleted of energy that your protest comes out as a pathetic mumble.

“I kept my promise, babygirl. I pulled out. Do you think Gran would be mad if we made her a grandma again?”

“You’re a jerk,” your swat lands against his naked hip with a smack as he laughs at your expense.

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧(𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕌𝕋

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸(𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆), 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘬(𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥), 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘹 (𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥), 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘦𝘹, 𝘊𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘜𝘴𝘦, 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳(𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥!

》Chaos Daddy, yes Chaos Daddy, is King of Camelot which means he can have whatever he wants whenever he wants. He chooses to spend his time using sex as a stress reliever. And Arthur has a lot of pent up stress so...buckle up people it's time to hit the road.

》Let's get this out of the way first.

》No matter what you do, Arthur is always going to ask consent. Whether it is to cum inside of you or if its to kiss you. He's always asking and it's sexy as fuck. He's the King of Camelot, King of Chaos, and the King of Consent. Chaos Daddy will not fuck you without a definite yes. No matter how possessive he is, how jealous he is, how fucking desperate he is, he's going to ask.

》King of fucking Consent-

》Arthur is constantly stressed, little things sending him off the rails due to his new powers. With Chaos now as his new power, he has heightened senses. The tiniest things that his lover does can set him off. It could be the way they walk or the tiniest tease of a lick to their upper lip. He will whisk them away and have them up against a stone cold wall in no time.

》If he has his arm regenerated, it most likely resembles something of his old arm. It's just maybe black and clawed like a demon's regenerated limb. I'd say sort of like Derieri's.

》When he's finally gotten his lover in a private corner, Arthur is sure to use his body language and hands to show them what he wants. Hands wandering along their body, groping and squeezing the squishy parts of their flesh.

》A sign that he wants sex could be him gripping his partner's thighs. Honestly, Arthur is a thigh man. Drilling into his partner from above, he grips both hands into their thighs and splits them apart to the point where their muscles are getting that delicious stretching feeling.

》There's always a hand on his partner's thigh because Arthur does not quit. He will have his hand on their thigh when eating them out, using his tongue to lick along their entrance and eat them out with such skill.

》Chaos daddy likes to fuck his lover from behind in a mirror so he can see their expressions. Eye contact is a big thing for Arthur because he loves to see the expressions that his partner makes. Their faces and noises get him off, causing him to just fuck them harder than before.

》Arthur has a major breeding kink due to him being a king in all. He has to eventually have an heir and the idea of his lover being swelled with his seed makes him go crazy.

》He will often go for 3 rounds of sex when he's up for it. These aren't just sexual rounds, its a 'session' for him. He wants to ensure that his lover knows that they are his. He will be fucking them, cum inside of them, keep himself inside for a few moments, and then go for another round with his release still inside from the previous sessions.

》 The dirty talk is real-

》"You're so lucky to be filled up with your King's seed...Be a grateful bitch and take it~!"

》"You're my loyal slut..."

》"Tell me you want my seed. Tell me you want me to cum inside of you...~ Beg me for it~..."

》"If you want to come on my dick then beg for it..~" 》"Want me to come inside you? That's so sexy baby."

》Makes a BIG DEAL about you having his 'royal seed' inside of you. Even if he asks to come inside of you, he still makes you beg for it. He thinks that you're his slut and that you need to be grateful that such a powerful king is taking the time to fuck you.

》Of course, this is all just talk because he is actually the sweetest little aftercare sunshine ball even if he's been taken over by Chaos.

》Speaking of Chaos, he uses Chaos to get himself off. Once his lover found him masturbating using Chaos. His hand was bracing himself on the bed post whilst using makeshift stone hands to force his thighs apart whilst another rubbed up and down his shaft. He looked at his lover, one eye open, and moaned their name to come help him relieve his stress.

》 "C-Come over here and h-help your King~!"

》Let's just say that his lover ended up being shoved down onto his dick, riding him whilst the hand played with his balls. Chaotic hands roamed all over both their bodies, and the only sounds the poor people in the castle could hear were Arthur and his lover loudly moaning each other's names despite Arthur using Chaos to fuck them both.

》He has their wrists tied above their head, summoning Chaos tentacles to feel along their body whilst he thrusts his hips forward in a deep and rough motion. He can feel everything that they do, able to imagine its his own hands feeling along his partner's body. Whenever Arthur feels his partner tighten on him, he throws his head back and gives out a loud moan or a broken whine.

》Very expressive when it comes to being in bed. He knows what he wants- He will tell you what he wants in the moment and then ask you if you're okay with it.

》Luckily, his lover is usually a very open person~ 》He makes sure he slowly slides into them, hips touching each other, and fills them up all the way before slowly rolling his hips into them. The best way Arthur does this is in doggy position.

》They will have their body pressed into the bed, ass up, whilst Arthur's back and whole body is pressed up against them. He gives a few short shallow thrusts before pulling out and then fucking right back into them.

》If his partner doesn't hold back, Arthur doesn't hold back. And he will comply when you want more- fucking harder, deepening his cock inside of them, causing them to be louder and louder than usual.

》There's a lot of 'yeahs' and praising from his side, constantly telling them how tight they are and how good that they feel. When he cums inside of them, its to the point where there's a bulge in their stomach.

》Arthur will purposefully go multiple rounds to see this bulge, even if its the smallest thing. Its indication that his dick is big enough to keep all of that seed inside of his lover. And sometimes he will sit back whilst using Chaos to fuck his partner after, and jack off to the sight.

》Poor poor poor (Name)....

》Any kinks his lover have will be incorporated into his sex routine-

》He enjoys cumming right at the same time as his partner because the feeling of them clench around him must cause his whole body to feel like its being milked.

》Throne sex is a must for Arthur as well. Either getting off by choking on his dick in the throne room, or by riding him on the throne whilst no one else is there. Its a power move for Arthur, finding himself wanting someone to walk in. Even if its a poor servant, he's going to feel amazing.

》"Yeah, you like that? Bouncing on my royal cock? Hm? Say it~" 》He will start training his partner to please him the right way. It starts by him slowly sticking his fingers in his lover's mouth to train their gag reflex. Arthur does not care what kind of gag reflex his partner has, he is going to be fucking his hips into his lover's mouth if he feels like he wants to release. He chases after the feeling, finally accomplishing what he wants at the end.

》He will first fuck your throat with his fingers before you are allowed to suck his royal dick. It's a privilege...Earn it.

》ANYWAY YEAH DADDY CHAOS DOES DO A LOT OF GOOD <3

》I HAVE A LOT MORE TO SAY BUT THATS IT

𝕌𝕡 ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕤 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Baking with Mami Tomoe

Making sweets with Tomoe is the best

Tomoe will try to make it more entertaining for you other than baking in quietness

If you don't know how to bake Tomoe would teach you the basics first

In the first few tries you were actually really good for a beginner which made Tomoe impressed

Tomoe will let you choose on what you want to make first

The both of you would sometimes scold Bebe for eating some of the ingredients

Sometimes you and Tomoe would have food fights and playfully boop each other's noses with flour or complete each other on whose the best at baking

In the end the both of would eat the sweets that you made with Bebe and drink tea

#151 Lawlight

Achromatic

Light has been told his whole life that meeting his soulmate would change the way he sees the world. Well that is true, but he’d much prefer if everything had just stayed black and white.

Stoic

When Gojo assumes Nanami Kento's lack of PDA for the reader shows a lack of desire for her, a tipsy Kento is quick to correct him.

Warnings: 18+ drabble, Kento goes on a smutty rant

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'A quick drink' after work had soon turned into two, three, four. Shoko took full advantage of the rooftop bar's balcony, smoking and idly chatting; Higuruma and Atsuya gossipped and quipped, snorting into their drinks; Satoru observed Kento and you keenly behind his dark lens; you stood, excusing yourself to the bathroom as Kento gave you a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry," Satoru interrupted loudly when you were gone, his pot boiling over, "I just-- I just don't get it, Nanami." All eyes were on Satoru and Kento now-- Kento, with one thin eyebrow raised in quiet disdain at Satoru, and Satoru, with his elbows planted forward on his knees in challenge.

A few moments of silence. Kento huffed, "Should I be apologising for someth--"

"--you've been together for years," Satoru interrupted, "and I'm just not convinced. She could be-- she could be a coat rack for all the affection you show her, you're supposed to not be able to keep your hands off her--"

"--you want me to grope my fiancée in public, am I correct--"

"--well maybe, anything to show that you love her--"

Kento laughed out loud, deep and humourless, continuing to chuckle into his glass, scoffing to himself; "Love her," he rumbled, swirling his whiskey, amber eyes flickering and carnal in the firelight.

Shoko had turned, smirking, to watch the scene. Atsuya leaned back, scowling, chewing on a toothpick with crossed arms. Hiromi leaned, glimmer-eyed, into the drama, one hand cupping his jaw and the other clasping his wineglass. He picked up the bottle, slowly beginning to pour another glass.

"I don't love her," Kento spat, downing his glass of whiskey in one smooth swallow, hissing and slamming the glass down on the table, "I worship her. I'm obsessed with her."

Satoru was silent, mulish, as Kento continued.

"I would walk through rains of bullets for her," he mused aloud, "I would cut off fingers with blunt knives--"

"Nanami, alright, I'm sorry--"

"Any second I'm not with her," Kento continued, his voice quieter, darker, the group leaning into him, "is a second wasted. I don't know what point there was in the years I spent without her-- probably just there to build me into even a semblance of the man she deserves--"

"--why are we doing this--"

"-- and when I'm not thinking about talking to her, watching her, being near her, holding her, or-- fuck, just having her look at me goes bone-deep...I spend at least eighty-percent of my time thinking about different ways to make her cum--"

Satoru was blushing now, his face in his hands, while the others leaned into Kento's mild breakdown with awe, "--fucking hell Nanami, I didn't mean--"

"I almost died last week, at work," Kento mused, as a laughing Hiromi slid the glass of wine down the table to Kento, which he caught seamlessly, "because I was too busy thinking about how her mouth had felt around my cock the night before, because I was pondering the many applications for my tie, because I was thinking about how incredible she felt underneath me--"

Atsuya and Shoko whispered together, Hiromi now giggling to himself unashamedly; "Oh he's really going for it--" "I know I know, shhh, let him finish--"

"--and I've been sat here with her all evening, resisting the urge to strip her, tie her wrists together and have her ride me until I go fucking blind, all because of social-fucking-propriety, just for some long streak of jizz like you to say I clearly don't love her--"

Satoru had shrunk in on himself now, his soul quietly leaving his body, mortified and put to rights as Kento tsked, swirling his wine before downing that, too. He accepted the bottle Hiromi slid towards him in approval.

"...it really just is rather rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it, Gojo?"

The group sat in stunned silence as you returned, sitting beside Kento and laying a hand on his crossed knees. You felt the bizarre tension; Hiromi unable to conceal a blush as he looked at you, Shoko giving you a knowing smile around her cigarette, Atsuya unable to make eye contact. You smiled uncertainly.

"...what did I miss?"

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Still waters run deep 💀💀💀

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. What you’re supposed to see him as. What you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.